I spend a lot of time trying to maintain good relations with walkers, making sure I slow down for them, helping them out if their lost, saying hello to them as I ride past etc etc.
..and today was no exception. I had a good rapport going with a bunch elderly walkers who I met at the the top of Patterdale and then met again at the end of High Street above Pooley Bridge (apparently I have small cogs !) and helped another elderly couple who were completely lost on the top of High Street.
However, as I was coming down the final descent into Pooley Bridge I went past a women on the opposite side of the 4m wide path (giving her a wide birth) and her scrawny Yorkshire Terrier who she had hold of yelped like I’d run over the bloody thing as I rode past her. Subsequently her fat husband who was further down the hill decided to cross over to my side of the bridleway and hold his arms out and told me to slow down. I skirted round him and kept going and resisted the temptation to say anything but now I’m back…..
**** off you fat ****, you’re on a **** bridle path. You’re one of those tight **** bastards that park at the bottom of the Bridleway instaed of parking in Pooley Bridge and paying the **** fee that keeps the **** bridleway maintained that your **** ruining with your fat **** weight. Futher more I passed loads of **** dog shite up there today and I bet you didn’t bring any bags to pick up the shite from your rat faced dog. **** you bastard !!!
In my head he can hear me but imagine he doesn’t read Singletrack !